Ethan pauses, uncertainty gnawing at him, as he realizes he's unwittingly compromising his identity. He slowly turns toward the unfamiliar voice, curiosity piqued. The man before him appears to be in his middle age, and there's something strangely familiar about him. Ethan struggles to place the face but can't quite pinpoint where he knows this person from."Please, where do I know you?" he ventures, his brow furrowing in an attempt to jog his memory.Ethan's question seems to puzzle the man as well. "I... I can't quite place it either," he replies, scratching his head.Frustrated by his inability to recall, Ethan decides it's best to distance himself from this enigma. "Well, I don't know, but I should be going," he mumbles, turning to leave the scene.Just as Ethan starts to walk away, the man's eyes widen, and it suddenly dawns on him. "Wait, he's Ethan! Mr. Desmond's driver! What has he just done? he gave a stranger car key!", he shouts.Realizing the gravity of his mistake, E
Ethan finds it hard to fathom the grim news he has just received. Without wasting a moment, he dials Sandra's number, his voice urgent. "Hello, what's happening? I need the details."Sandra's voice on the other end quivers with regret. "I'm sorry, it's our mistake," she admits, pausing briefly.Ethan, though concerned, reassures her. "It's okay, just tell me what's happening."She continues with a heavy tone, "He wouldn't talk. Black Scorpion loses his temper and punches him, and he passes out. We think he's playing dead, so we untie him to revive him. Then, all of a sudden, he wakes up, bolts out, and we chase after him. But then, a sniper takes a shot, right in his head. He's a pro."Ethan closes his eyes, absorbing the shock of what he's just heard. He then asks, "Are you both okay? I hope you're not injured."Sandra reassures him, "We're fine. The assassin seems solely focused on him."Curiosity gnaws at him, and Ethan inquires further, "Why do you think they're killing him?"Sand
After the fire is successfully extinguished, the investigation into its cause reveals that it's not an accident; someone intentionally set the fire with the aim of harming the Desmond family.Left without a home to return to, they seek shelter elsewhere, a three-bedroom lounge.Mr. Desmond approaches the receptionist at a nearby establishment. "We would like to stay here temporarily," he explains.The receptionist informs them, "A day lodge is $200,000."Mr. Desmond's ears perk up, but he hesitates to spend such a substantial sum on just a single night's stay. His financial means, while comfortable, don't allow for extravagant expenses.Whispering to the receptionist, he inquires if there is a more affordable option. Her response is disappointing. "I'm sorry, but all the lower-priced lodges are already booked."Mrs. Desmond suggests, "Perhaps we should look for somewhere else."However, Mr. Desmond is reluctant to back down, feeling a sense of pride. "No, we can't just walk away from
Chapter 34Ethan returns to the hotel and is directed to their room. He knocks on the door, and after several minutes, Ariana, who can barely stand, opens it. Ethan immediately offers his support."You've been discharged?" he asks, more as a statement.Ariana confirms, "Yes." The rest of the family is already in the room and has witnessed Ethan's arrival."We can't go to my father," Mr. Desmond declares.Mrs. Desmond implores her husband, "But we have no other place to go. After all these years, he's considering you. Let's go there, please."Mr. Desmond remains resolute in his decision. "You know what it means if we go there, a rivalry, which I despise.""We don't want to live there permanently, just for the time being," Mrs. Desmond retorts in frustration.Mr. Desmond sighs in exasperation as he sits down. He turns to Ethan, demanding to know where he has just come from.Ethan stammers, but Mr. Desmond interrupts, "I don't even want to hear anything. Just go back to where you came fr
"It..." he begins, his voice tinged with suspicion, "You don't need to know, it's better you stay ignorant. You won't even understand what 'it' is," he warns, leaving Ethan in the dark.But Ethan, driven by curiosity and the need for answers, challenges, "Try me.""You don't need that information," the man retorts coldly, "You're dying anyway... you're useless." His words drip with menace as he aims a gun at Ethan, preparing to pull the trigger.Ethan's heart races, his life hanging by a thread. Just as he prepares for the inevitable, a voice from behind intervenes, shattering the grim silence. "It won't penetrate; he has a bullet-proof skin," the voice declares confidently. The sudden twist of events prompts both Ethan and the menacing group to sharply turn and face this unexpected savior."Who are you?" the driver demands, and in an instant, they all brandish their guns, ready for confrontation.Sandra steps forward. "He is our boss," she reveals. "And bullets won't penetrate t
Two men, dressed in black jackets, caps, and face masks, stealthily make their way towards a sleek black SUV. In the driver's seat, a third man awaits their arrival, and he breaks the silence with a hushed tone, "Now they know there's a spy among them; we have to be cautious."His accomplice responds, "When do our plans commence? We must act swiftly to thwart them."The second man deliberates, "Rushing won't do us any good. We need a steady approach, or they'll catch on to us."The driver contemplates their predicament, "Is it really necessary to eliminate Lord Chua? It might only complicate matters."The first man remains resolute, "We can't second-guess our leader's intentions. Loyalty until the end is our only path."After a series of covert conversations, they disembark from the SUV and go their separate ways.******Meanwhile, Derek gazes at a photo in his trembling hand, tears silently streaming down his cheeks. He is so consumed by his emotions that he doesn't notice Sandra app
The Desmond family finds themselves in the midst of a chaotic situation, feverishly packing their belongings as they prepare to leave. "Ethan, come carry this," Mrs. Desmond urgently calls out. In response, he rushes over to her, noticing the four suitcases sitting on the bed. Without hesitation, Ethan proceeds to lift and carry all of them. As he steps outside, he realizes he is the sole bearer of the luggage, and he makes his way to the waiting van.Ariana, who would have liked to assist, watches from the sidelines. Her recent weakness prevents her from lending a hand, a condition that stems from the destructive house fire that obliterated most of their possessions. Meanwhile, Ethan continues to work outside, skillfully arranging the luggage in the van to ensure it all fits neatly.Unbeknownst to Ethan, a mysterious figure moves swiftly past him as he attends to the van. The man advances directly to the Desmonds' room, remaining undetected by the receptionist who is engrossed in
Mr. Wilson, a man with two wives, has fathered three sons. Jacob, the eldest, and Martins, the middle child, belong to his first wife. The youngest, Desmond, is the child of his second wife, who tragically passed away shortly after giving birth.(this is a little sneak peak to the family).*****The dings of the system wake Ethan up. "{Congratulations!}" it exclaims. Ethan, still groggy, makes a puzzled sound, "What is that?"The system cheerfully responds, {Happy new month! It has been four months of using the system}." Ethan contemplates this and comments, "Wow, six months to go... Come to think of it, it has been a while since you've given me a mission."The system provides more information, stating, "{Bonus: 100 billion, points: 10,000, new skill in process 75%}." This prompts Ethan to sit up straight on the bed, surveying his new room. While not as extravagant as Mr. Desmond's, it offers a reasonable level of comfort.As he takes in his surroundings, a young girl's voice fro